Memories are like a dream,

fuzzy and muffled and I'm unsure if I made them all up

The apple in the fridge was rotting

but I took a bite anyway

My shoelaces were unlaced

But I ran anyway

It's interesting how we grow into better people in just months

It's funny how I was ready to throw my life away during the last two.

I belittled time

Death still seems so far away from me even the times I prayed I'd meet it soon

I keep forgetting what could wait for me after it.

"You've either wasted your life or lived it terribly wrong. No one goes to heaven anymore. This earth is probably as good as it gets" You argued, and I pause.

What do I know? Maybe you're right.